Fallon

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It was a usual day for me at the casino. Sit around and look pretty until our target would show up.

I used to find it difficult sitting so casually in a room full of killers but then I realised I was one too.

Luckily, I was a master at the poker face. I had never once shown my true feelings to anyone. It made seducing these men much easier because inside I could do nothing but grimace at their slimy hands touching me.

I eyed the man walking up to the bar.

He was late.

Considering the FBI have been tracking him down for months, he didn't do a good job at concealing himself.

I was essentially a croupier but more often than not I'd seduce the men and help them win so they'd be more willing to let me in their room. Or if not, I was a skilled pick pocketer.

Angelo had hired me, Finley and Vienna under a branch of the CIA that deals with foreign affairs, such as drug cartels and mafias that had ties and routes in the country.

He called us his angels because 'we were doing the world a service by getting rid of these evil men' but surely we weren't much better than them? Considering we are taking their life after all, no matter how much they deserved it. Hence the name Angels of Sin, I know it's corny but Vienna came up with it and to be fair to her the casino was called 'Sins Casino'.

But regardless, I loved my job.

I loved watching the life drain from the worst men's eyes, knowing that I the was cause.

I loved going in undetected, bringing their organisations to the ground with one thrust of my knife, with no one ever knowing it was me.

None of these men would predict that they'd be taken down by a woman. They only saw me as something they could fuck and throw away.

How wrong they were.

Today, me, Fin and Vienna had a kill.

Usually we would stalk and manipulate these men for however long they were staying in Vegas for, but turns out our target doesn't plan on sticking around for long.

And he was late.

I had put on my best dress, awaiting his arrival.

He hadn't booked a private suite in the strip club so that left me to seduce him and if that didn't work it was up to Fin at the bar.

But I had faith in myself.

After he had collected his drink from Fin, he started walking over to a secluded table right in the corner, right where I wanted him.

Fin shook her head at me, letting me know that she didn't slip anything in his drink.

Usually she'd wink, helping me out by drugging the men. But with such a high profile criminal on our hands, she'd knew that he'd be able to tell if someone had tampered with his drink.

So it was up to me.

I quickly checked my makeup in a small compact mirror, before stalking my way over to his table.

I placed a flirty smile on my face, announcing my presence to the table.

"Hi boys. I'm Fox." I said seductively.

I never give them my real name.

I sat the the head of the table, "I'll be the dealer."

I shuffled the cards, making eye contact with the target. He seemed pleased that my attention was on him.